Henry Lane glanced left and right, and sure enough, saw that each section had a crystal screen hanging on the wall, allowing everyone to see what was happening in the different areas. Violet Lane was watching the commotion here through the transparent glass and the crystal screen, looking very serious.

It was obvious that, faced with the situation Henry Lane was in, Violet Lane wore a half-smile, as if waiting to see how he would handle it.

You want to see me make a fool of myself? No way I’ll fall for that!

Henry Lane took a deep breath, shook his head at Morgan Webb in confusion, and said, “What does it matter to me if she’s disappointed? It’s not like I’m trying to hit on her.”

With that, he turned and walked away.

He left with such a lack of bravado, yet with such self-assurance, that it left everyone dumbfounded. In this arrogant fitness center, he was like a weasel that had fallen into a wolf’s den, sneaking away at the first sign of trouble.

Everyone here had seen people who were competitive, and those who hung their heads in defeat, but no matter which type, at least at the start, their spirit was never lacking. No one had ever seen a man so shameless.

Just a moment ago, people thought he looked refined and proud, but now, to many, his back seemed much more sneaky.

Some of the women couldn’t help but pout their pretty lips, their eyes full of disdain.

Especially Violet Lane, who heard his words through the crystal screen—her face turned pale with anger, and she clenched her fists tightly. What did he mean by “It’s not like I’m trying to hit on her”? Such crude language! People from the slums really are just sleazy ruffians!

“Coward!”

Nancy Lane hadn’t expected this kid to be so slippery and try to slip away. On second thought, he realized this might be the best way for him to save face, but since the other side was backing down, he couldn’t resist a jab. “Mad Bull” Nancy Lane shrugged at the people around him. “Turns out he’s just a useless coward!”

At that moment, Henry Lane’s departing figure suddenly stood still, like a tree in the wind. He gave off an air of standing tall and proud, no matter how hard the wind and rain beat against him.

Chapter 6: Gravity Wolf, Mad Bull, Battle King (Part 2)

At that moment, Henry Lane’s departing figure suddenly stood still, like a tree in the wind. He gave off an air of standing tall and proud, no matter how hard the wind and rain beat against him.

But this daze among the crowd lasted only a split second. Nancy Lane clearly noticed his change, narrowed his sharp eyes, crossed his arms, and stood watching Henry Lane with a cocky look that said, “What can you do to me?”

Henry Lane turned his head, curling his lips. “Coward?”

Many people wanted to boo, thinking, “So what if you’re a coward? You’re not happy about it?” But even more felt that his turning back with a smile sent a chill down their spines. For a moment, no one jeered.

“Three events?” Henry Lane looked coldly at Morgan Webb.

Then he turned and walked over to the resistance machine.

Seeing him accept the challenge, everyone’s spirits lifted. They all settled in, eager to see how Mad Bull would crush him today.

“Alright!” Mad Bull Nancy Lane shouted, striding over, setting the machine to maximum strength. He gripped a handle in each hand and began pulling them alternately up and down.

His knotted muscles bulged to an unbelievable degree, displaying the explosive power beneath his bronze skin.

“One, two, three... eight, nine, ten!”

As the crowd counted, Mad Bull suddenly dropped both handles.

Ten reps!

Ten reps at maximum strength—this was already the gym’s record. He crossed his trembling, muscular arms over his chest, looking down at Henry Lane with the air of a victor. The machine’s arms were still bouncing up and down from inertia behind him.

Under the crowd’s mocking gaze, Henry Lane stepped forward and, just as the machine’s arms swung back, grabbed the handles!

The crowd’s smiles froze for a moment, because the instant Henry Lane gripped the handles, the wildly bouncing arms suddenly steadied in his hands.

“He actually... grabbed the handles!”

Amid the crowd’s sudden surprise, Henry Lane pulled the now-stable handles up and down. The feeling reminded him of those old diesel engines in the junkyard.

Under the golden-red dusk of the junk planet, Henry Lane often yanked the starter ring to fire up those heavy, old machines.

So, compared to that, this machine’s arms felt unexpectedly light to him.

As Henry Lane pulled, the resistance machine made a mechanical snorting sound like a wild bull, the hammer rising and falling behind it.

One, two, three, four... ten! Eleven! Twelve!... Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty!

By the tenth rep, Mad Bull Nancy Lane’s face had already changed. He hurried to keep up with Henry Lane, trying to catch up, but only managed two or three more reps before reaching his absolute limit. His muscular arms trembled uncontrollably as he looked at Henry Lane, who had already reached twenty reps, with a look of fear as if seeing a demon.

Twenty reps! Even Morgan Webb’s glasses were askew.

Dropping the resistance machine, Henry Lane didn’t even look at his opponent Nancy Lane. Instead, he raised his head and, through the crystal screen, looked straight at Violet Lane, who stood in the yoga room with her arms crossed and hair flowing. With a casual air, he said, “Compared to that clunky diesel engine on the junk planet, this machine is nothing.”